Kodak Black, Riko With Da K - Anthem lyrics

Man, you know the fuck goin' on, man
Free Pussna and Baby D, man
Man, shout out to Kodak my nigga
I love you, nigga, fo' sho, nigga
Fuck whoever don't like that
(Skip got that bounce, it go crazy)

Walk 'em down with this
Cutter, get to buzzin', he ain't thuggin'
I could kill his whole gang
And I could put that on my cousin
Ridin' round with them cutters
We don't do no fuckin' bluffin'
If we catch 'em down bad
Then we gon' have to fuckin' touch 'em

Yeah, we catch you slippin'
Ain't no runnin', we get to bussin'
Get out your body
We catch bodies from Monday to Sunday
He want me dead, but I ain't scared
He ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
And if I slide, niggas dyin', yeah
That's how I'm comin'
She took my soul, now she gone
Song soul huntin' we step on him
Tiane knows that that's a whole hundred
I pop a Perc' and get in my
Zone and want a snow bunny
Come through this bitch and give switches
And be a crash dummy
I knew they thought that I was gone
Now I'm back on it
Pistols totin' with a 30, fuck the judge
Homie
Sniper gang beat the game, fuck your set
Homie
You cross my brother and I ain't lettin'
Up and that's on my momma, nigga
(Fo' sho)

Walk 'em down with this
Cutter, get to buzzin', he ain't thuggin'
I could kill his whole gang
And I could put that on my cousin
Ridin' round with them cutters
We don't do no fuckin' bluffin'
If we catch 'em down bad
Then we gon' have to fuckin' touch 'em

Ayy, Riko my twin, we love to spin
Niggas know what we do
Y'all tell that nigga to come outside
I'm tryna smoke his boof
I'm on my top, I'm tryna pop
And this nigga claim he oppin'
That boy ain't down when
I'm first droppin'
We ain't fuckin' stoppin'
We slide me for Haiti
Millie with a skyrocket
And niggas speakin' on Zoe Reekee
We gon' ride 'bout it
I'm on my burner phone
I'ma burn this bitch and soon we kill 'em
And tell this bitch stay out the way
Or she gon' be a victim
I'm clutchin' a cuter stick
Tryna hit a nigga with a scissor
This smoke ain't nothin' sweet
In the backseat bussin' down a swisher
I flipped a whip on self parole
Don't act like you don't remember
When I catch a lil' pussy bitch
These hollow tips tearin' up his liver

Walk 'em down with this
Cutter, get to buzzin', he ain't thuggin'
I could kill his whole 'ang
And I could put that on my cousin
Ridin' round with them cutters
We don't do no fuckin' bluffin'
If we catch 'em down bad
Then we gon' have to fuckin' touch 'em